Stronger (The Unit Book 2) Read Free

with Emma and Michael for sleeping with her and then sneaking out of Bethany’s house in the middle of the night. All he was after was a long, hard fuck: a way to release his pent-up energy. Masturbating wasn’t even a possibility anymore. Every time he tried, the movie of Lizzie’s death played in his head. The only way was to be with a woman, and there had been numerous ones over the course of the last six months. He couldn’t very well go around beating people up to release his anger and frustration like he had once done to Michael. Now, his way, the woman got a good fuck, and he released his frustration on her in a way that had left several women begging for more. Sometimes, he needed it once a month, other times, once a week. On rare occasions, two or three times a week. Because he was such an incredibly attractive man, women were always throwing themselves at him. His dark hair was short, and had the sexy, rumpled look. Like someone had just run her hands through it in a fit of passion. He had a chiseled jaw line and perfectly defined check bones. His body was cut and defined, anyone could see it through the way his button down shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and pulled at his biceps. His hips narrowed and he worked hard to maintain the V on both his front and his back. His slacks pulled across his thighs showing off his muscular legs. But what brought the ladies to him was the triple threat: his grey eyes were haunted, mysterious; his lips were bowed and god like; and his hands were masculine and calloused with close cut nails and veins popping out on the tops. When he smiled at Bethany throwing her a quirk she caught a glimpse of half a dimple in his left cheek. Panty. Dropping.
    “We have to stay until they leave. If you still want to after that, I’m game,” Bethany whispered back in his ear. When the dance was over, Rob extended his hand to her. Just because he was going to fuck her and leave her, didn’t mean he still couldn’t be a gentleman about it. She took his hand and led her to the bar. Once their drinks were filled, he led her back to his table. Michael approached with a leery look in his eyes. Rob noticed the way he glanced from Bethany’s hand to his own hand resting together high up on Rob’s thigh. Rob read the warning in Michael’s eyes. Yep, Rob would have hell to pay for messing with Emma’s best friend. But hey, she was here, and she was willing, and approaching her was Michael’s suggestion in the first place. They were both consenting adults and neither one needed their friends’ approval.
    “Rob, can I talk to you for a second?” Michael said motioning for Rob to follow. Once they got to a private corner Michael continued, “I asked you to dance with her not fuck her. Not with Bethany. She is Emma’s best friend. You fucking her and leaving her will hurt her.”
    “I appreciate your concern, but I need this tonight. I’m happy for you and Emma, you know that, right? It’s just so hard watching you two; knowing I will never have that again. She knows what I’m all about, and she’s still game. We’re both adults capable of making our own decisions. If she wants to take me back to her place, then I’m going to go,” Rob informed his friend.
    “Just make sure you explain your expectations before you leave with her. That way she knows exactly what she’s getting into,” Michael admonished Rob.
    “Fine. If that’s what it takes to make you happy, consider it done,” Rob assured his friend as he laid his large hand upon Michael’s shoulder and squeezed. He didn’t want to start any sort of trouble. He would do as his friend asked because he did care about Emma and by extension, Bethany.
    After watching the bride and groom cut the fragile cake covered in flowers and then delicately feed it to each other, Rob said his goodbyes and wished them a wonderful honeymoon in Aruba. If anyone deserved happiness, they did. He knew first hand everything they went